The end

Where are you trapped
My darling friend?
Run far and away
Till the next bend.
He was put forth here
For you to send
And heal your heart
But it seems like the end.
Would he forsake his vices
For your fortune to mend?
It's difficult really
To comprehend.
But i hold out my hand
But you are sad and
Despondent now,
Reaching out
Only in the final bout.
Youll find me standing
When you're out of the maze,
With arms open wide,
To rest your case.
All i have is good wishes,
And a few misses,
My darling friend
Just reach the end.

Emotion

Ye emotion badi faadu cheez hoti hai,
It makes us go blind till we are blown up
In hot air.

Let's play a game

We stand in line awaiting the whistle,
Many contenders prepared for the hustle;
Some mortified with things past gone wrong,
Some looking for just fun, dance, all along,
Wondering if they would be made to sit,
And lo and behold! The whistle does tick;
The forward pass, I tackle it slow
From the very word when you said go;
So many doubts, but play we must,
To this feeling we must all do just;
Thickening storm crowds the ground,
But we go on and on, round and round,
Your smell fills the fresh air
And mingles with every sweat and hair;
Im sure this game was played fair,
So let's shake hands, shall we, for all we care.

I refuse to stop

Wishy-washy dreams are not mine to keep,
For even if they show me a vision
They do not lead me to what I so seek.
They have me flounder in my depths,
They flagellate my senses and percepts,
They see me plunge into suffering hell
And by building illusions kill imagination dead.
No, now I seek to walk on that path,
Of mindfulness, even if I wander in the dark,
I seek to play, I seek to work, knowing fully well
That my dreams are now built on stronger stuff.
I may wonder now, and even drift,
But the foundation I build is now more stiff,
It holds me steadfast, so that I may not fall,
Even at the height of victories, or mighty flops.
I can feel the gusty wind on the mountaintop;
Why am I not blown away? Because I refuse to stop.